Spitting Image Of Sanctity.

Sometimes, life just tells me to shut up and appreciate whatever little I have in my life, not directly, to my face but in a way that makes me feel whatever it's telling me rather than just hear it. And let me tell you, it works.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

For someone with a lot of angst and anger balled up on the inside waiting to explode one day or another,  I get told that my feelings while they're justified, aren't really of too much importance. In fact, they are important to me and only me and if I really cared about them, I would do something to fix them irrespective of whether or not I'm successful in doing that. I get told that it doesn't matter if things are fair or not and all that does matter is how I take them, with grace or with grievance. And before you come to any conclusions, it is completely okay for you to take it with the latter, after all it's only logical to do that. I know it's all unfair. But now, I'm sort of okay with it being this way.

There are those of us who know whatever we know and it's because of what we know we talk the talk without ever attempting to walk the walk. There are those who don't know, there are those who are left to oblivion, there are those who are denied the information that most of us take for granted and these are the people who always walk the walk and never utter a single damn word. Not that they don't know life is unfair, but that they know them trying to cause a riot in an attempt to fight the laws of nature is merely appreciable let alone brave. And these people, they are the purest, a spitting image of sanctity.

Love, peace.